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The sign-up sheet is posted in the entrance for the poppy campaign, which starts the most important time of the Legion year – the Remembrance period.

I still feel that the past has come back to haunt me (see my previous column of Oct. 14 for more information).

It’s amazing how Bible stories that I never really thought about before have become vivid for me during this pandemic. Today, I find myself thinking a lot about Moses – not in the bulrushes or beside the burning bush or telling Pharoah to let the people go – but towards the end of his life, standing

Our provincial government sure likes to end the week with a “bang,” don’t they?

I’ve now been through the Netflix series Narcos three times to date. I expect if I make a fourth run through in the future – which I no doubt will – I’ll be near fluent in Spanish. I’d say the production is 90 per cent subtitles, and it just adds more authenticity for me.

At Saturday’s meat draw, the Fleet family had been pretty lucky, with six of the winners being named Fleet. But Ron Fleet hadn’t managed to buy a Catch the Ace ticket before all 1,200 tickets were gone, so he was called upon to draw the winning ticket on Sunday.

A recent Saturday in which there were no barn chores or children around allowed for something that is not often done in our house, an official binge on a Netflix series.

As I look around and see the pumpkins carved into jack-o’-lanterns and other Halloween decorations, it reignites my love of everything that falls under the genre of horror. 

With the minor hockey season back in full swing, I’ve been spending many nights at the local rink watching my kids practice.

The year was 1951. I was 12 years old. The night before, I had eaten a wonderful toasted Spanish onion sandwich with lots of Miracle Whip dressing. Wonderful!

If you want to know what has been going on behind the scenes at the Walkerton Legion over the past few months, pick up a copy of the Walkerton Legion Newsletter. Members will have received a copy by email or by mail, depending on their preference.

I’d say it’s rather appropriate how differently my two tykes came into the world. It only further verifies how very different they are from each other through their early formative years so far.

It all started with a life isn’t going my way fit. Maybe you’ve witnessed one of these fits lately or maybe you’ve had one yourself. No judgment here; life doesn’t seem to be going the way most people would prefer it to these days, and regardless of age, we all have fits now and again.